TWENTY YEARS. Twenty years of counter-revolution. Of preventive
counter-revolution.
In Italy.
And elsewhere.
Twenty years of a sleep behind security gates, haunted with security guards. A sleep
of the bodies, imposed by curfew.
Twenty years. The past does not pass. Because war continues. Ramifies. Extends.
In a global networking of local devices. In an original calibration of the subjectivities.
In a new superficial peace. +